In this garden
I can hide
From the lies of life
And the worms that live in it
In this garden
I can tell all my dreams
And all my failed hopes
It tells me it's okay
With a gentle breeze on my skin
And a light wave of some branches
In isolation
I can only find true comfort

Like flowers in autumn. I wither

Like flowers that have wilted
I have slowly been decaying through the years
Quietly, my shallow emptiness has grown
Into something that has taken over my body
And it rips my flesh and calls for my blood to spill
I obey its commands and it befriends my woes
I've noticed it's been in my veins
Creeping and corroding everything
But I know one day this dreadful emptiness
Will have mercy on me
And end my miserable excuse of a life
Like a garden that has been eaten by insects